Residual Flavour
What happened to the gods?

"Basar cheap women. Surely you kept teasing Dave to get him to divorce me. You should have just died, Dev. Die." Dira clasped Deva's hair tightly. His voice was loud, grabbing the attention of visitors outside the VVIP room.

"Free, Dira. Don't be crazy." The god stood up and tried to help Deva apart from Dira.

Desta did not remain silent. The man stood behind Dira to pull the body of the God's cousin away from Deva.

Feeling Dira's attitude and actions are overrated. Plus Deva who is already speechless because of the pain caused by Dira jambai. The god violently twisted the cousin's wrist. To make Deva's hair instantly detached from Dira's grasp that looked in pain because of the actions of God.

"Don't defend him, brother. I should have cared more about Dira. Who is he to brother? Don't want to be fooled by her innocent face. She approached her sister just to live. His heart, still haughtily love the husband of people," accused Dira arbitrarily.

Deva took a deep breath. Ignoring the messy hair, the woman stood up and stared intently at Dira. The highlight of his eyes clearly implied a deep hatred.

"Enough you insult me, Dira. If you only knew me as the name that once lay in Dave's heart, your judgment would obviously be far from correct. From the beginning I have confirmed. I wouldn't have possibly snatched Dave from you. If you have to lose Dave, obviously it's not because of me. Go first, maybe it is you who do not deserve to be with him" said Deva.

Dira returned Deva's gaze no less sharp. The woman was more and more challenging to Deva. "I don't deserve to be with Dave you said? Then who do you think is more appropriate? Corrupt boy like you? Let alone hanging out with Dave, breathing the same air as us you don't deserve. Your place is not here. With your mom and dad, that's your best place."

Deva closed her eyes while breathing as regularly as possible. Trying to control her already impatient hand wanting to touch Dira's cheek. One hand Deva held the hand of the God who seemed to want to put up a body to face Dira. Despite closing his eyes, Deva was quite sensitive to feel the movement of the God who was about to position himself a step in front of him.

"Please say anything about me, Dira. But never call me the son of a corruptor.If the word turns to you, will you be able to live it? I'm sure you'll need more medicine to calm down. Get ready to be a resident of a mental hospital, Dira. Because I'm sure, you won't be able to face reality. I can't wait for that moment to come. I am the first to be grateful and laugh at your destruction. "

Deva snatched her bag lying on the sofa. Then he left Dira, the God and also Desta just like that. The god hurriedly chased after Deva after previously asking Desta to restrain Dira.

Ignoring the few visitors who noticed it in wonder. Deva continued walking quickly towards the exit. The voice of the God who called out to him was simply ignored.

"Dev ...." The god who managed to align himself with Deva grasped the wrist of his personal assistant to stop Deva's steps.

"Smear your hair first. If you go back to the office in this situation, what would the other employees say." The god reached out his right hand to tidy up Deva's hair which was still messy due to Dira's craving.

Deva did not reject the treatment of the Gods. The woman just silently looked at the figure of the man in front of her with a look like a dreamy person.

"Focus on your papa problems only. If Dave's story only makes you weak, please try to ignore it for a moment. You're not alone, there's me and mama who will always be by your side."

Deva returned the gaze of the God. Sincerity is clearly there. "Mr should not be involved in this matter. Just focus on your health. "

"I'm healthy, Deva, "strict God.

"No ... Father is not okay. The doctor advised you to do an examination elsewhere to confirm the diagnosis."

"We'll just talk in my room." The god took Deva by the hand and took the woman to walk towards the Diamond Corp office not far from where they were now.

Not ten minutes walk hand-in-hand with the God who continues to hold Deva's hand. Both men set foot on the floor of the office lobby which became the source of their livelihood. Some employees who happened to cross the lobby certainly accidentally saw the togetherness of Deva and Dewa.

Tight whispers between employees began to occur. The unusual sight of God and Deva was so close that it joined hands. Usually, the two people are more often parading their steps. Obviously, the alleged employees are not far from the special relationship between Deva and Dewa.

Until entering and exiting the elevator, the hands of the two are still interlocked. Both forget or maybe too comfortable. No one wants to take off that grip.

"Mr Ewa ... Deva .... " Sashi greeted the two people who were already in front of him with perfectly rounded eyeballs.

Deva just gave a faint smile to Sashi. Then he continued to follow the steps of the God who ignored Sashi.

"No. not possible. Do not let them secretly be. Cook me stabbed Deva? Lose Hilda about easy. But if the same Deva, call it difficult dong. Win the chest, lose the way he is." Sashi kept talking to himself.

Meanwhile in the room of the Gods, finally the two new hands were released from each other by followed by the red blushing cheeks from Deva's cheeks. Slightly misbehaved, the woman diverted her by hastily opening the bag she was wearing and thrusting the results of the general check up on the Gods.

"What does my father really hurt?"

The god smiled as he opened the envelope earlier. Hearing Deva's question which implied worry, made the Gods feel noticed. But that smile slowly faded, once reading the results of his own general check-up. The man's head shook slowly.

"No way," he said.

"What's impossible, sir? Why?" Deva was forcing God to explain something to her. Deva's hand gripped onto one of the Gods arms a little stronger.

The god looked at Deva with sadness. There are doubts about telling stories. However, right now, Deva was already a person she could rely on under all conditions. In the future, of course the Gods will need Deva's help. Especially to face her mother.

"Can I trust you, Dev?" ask God.

"Is there a reason for me to betray someone who has put his trust in me? Do I look like a traitor?" Deva asked back.